Stung by Jessica Ni Leacai

Once called the crow, he came to me,
sat silently by,a willow tree.
Came forth the corncrake, attentively,
then hushed he away so hurriedly

Buzzed by a bee, a bumbling bee,
to kiss my lips so tenderly.
Rosey,red, he left to me,
sweet venom craved desirably.

 

This poem can be read on poetry.com-http://poetry.com/poems/145796

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About jessienileacai

Irish speaker and artist. I love music, art, languages,literature, history, travel, photography, and comedy. I love Ireland, my heritage, the old ways and the beauty and people of this small island and its surrounding tiny islands
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